Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
I’m coming at you from 39,908 feet above Atlantic City and a child kicking the back of my seat. I’m flying from Hartford, CT to Orlando FL – and I’m even wearing my Mickey Mouse mask and USF hoodie just in case people didn’t realize I’m from Florida!
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
I know this isn’t really something to travel to but it gives you a taste of adventure in your own town while most borders are still locked down due to COVID-19.
I was going to write about something pertaining to work and acquaintances but my failed run made me think otherwise.
What better time to look back on the year than the unofficial start of the summer, the first long weekend of the pandemic, the phase one of opening back up.
Getting to roll out of bed and start working has its perks but it turned into a struggle to separate my work and home life. While working in the office the second I leave and walk through my door to a kiss from my boyfriend that means I am home, no more work. That’s my time to myself. When we first started this WFH life I didn’t have that physical line that divided my life and it made it hard to say no to work.